When the flowers come out,
And the birds spread their wings,
A darkness moves,
Through the trees, Through the wind.
When the sun shows itself,
And the kids run to play,
A fire burns,
In a child, in the grey.
When the walls crumble,
And the house falls down,
Theirs only one left standing.
The Child, And her Crown.
So, those who do not
Understand the problem,
Will be surprised when,
the house falls down.